~ ~ A builder with gallons of play-doh, After a large meal of beef and potato, With considerable hassle, Constructed a castle, Finished with rabbet and dado. ~
~ ~ On his leg was a homemade tourniquet, That man who had words with the local twit, He was still a born fighter, So he twisted it tighter, Then went blue and died when he had a fit. ~
~ ~ A woman with pads in her bustle, Was feeling a bit short of muscle, Came on to a gent, Who was tired and spent, And found herself doing the hustle ~
~ A musician who hated Earl Bostic Once hit him with a la crosse stick She snorted and whimpered, She flipped and she simpered, And soon she did wax really caustic. ~
~ ~ A fox who was raising her kits, Had one that was giving her fits, She wheedled and cajoled him, Proceeded to scold him, Then paddled him right where he sits. ~
~ An old guy I knew from Siam, he Moved far away, to Miami, He went there to meet her, His wife in the theater, She could act some but was terribly hammy. ~
~ A hot tennis ace, Roger Federer, Got better and better and better-er, Till his girlfriend came up, And he lost the big cup, He wished that he never had met-her-er. ~
~ He noticed the sloop's sail was luffing, So he proceeded at puffing and huffing, With high flying hopes, He wrestled the ropes, It was really much ado about nothing. ~
~ A lady of looks and pretension, Went naked to get some attention, The neighbors were flustered, Threw chick peas and mustard, And sent her off to detention ~
~ A little old lady from Terre Haute, Had two red hens and a billy goat, The goat ran away, And the hens wouldn't lay, So she left town on the very next ferry boat. ~
~ Detective, Sir Alan Quatermas, Loved a maiden from old Cape Hatteras, To his ultimate shock, She turned into a rock, And he to a duck-billed platypus. ~
~ A fox who was raising her kits, Had one that was giving her fits, She wheedled and cajoled him, Proceeded to scold him, Then paddled him right where he sits. ~
~ While blowing the fluff off a thistle, I inadvertantly started to whistle, Then chewed on a drumstick, And conjured a limerick, Researching a rhyme for gristle, ~
~ While drinking a thimble of Chardonnay, And thinking of a sunset by Claude Monet, My glass was replenished, Until I was finished, After which I departed Zone A. ~
~ A lady who lived in Managua, Would make tea with Perrier agua, She dipped her bag faintly, And poured it so daintily. Then sipped from a cup made of dogwood. ~
~ With six, it is said, you get eggroll, With seven a hole in your old soul, With eight I don't know, It's likely to snow, And poets will write only doggerel. ~
~ A young man I knew from Chautauqua, Was not very artful, but awkward, Tripped over his Mum, To fall on his bum, And erased all the words on the chalkboard. ~
~ A fan of the team called the Celts, He would not tolerate anyone else, He told all his beer-oes That they were his heroes, He had seen them in The Book of Kells. ~
~ A fan of the Lord Alfred Tennyson. Once ate a dinner of venison, The waitress was charming, But he found it alarming, That deer meat was served to its denizen. ~
~ There once was a guy with spondulicks, Who was famous for riding in Buicks, He smelled like camphor, And moldy old hamper, Nor could he deny being prolix, ~
~ A man who thought himself lucky, Bought an inordinately oversized guppy, When chid by his mother, He said to his brother, Gosh, Bud, I thought 'twas a puppy. ~
~ Duncan was eating his doughnuts, In spite of the fact he had no guts, He processed the snacks, With brads, nails and tacks, And promptly proceeded to go nuts. ~
~ A tomcat who rode on a sea cow, Refused unconditionally to kowtow, He sometimes was criticised, For being somewhat undersized, He replied he was not gross meow. ~
Rome in a Day
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Rome in a Day
Rome sits on its seven haunches
And the pines, with fountains in their branches,
Old road markers in the Appian sun,
Are stolid, green and...
Turn Right Here... by Jack Wilson in Esperanto
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Turnu maldekstren chi tie…
far Jack Wilson
Turnu maldekstren chi tie…
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Do mi faris kontrakton kun li:
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